Darkness upon the waters, <br />a plague upon the sky, <br />the tired old moon rides <br />low above the barren trees. <br /> <br />His edges remain intact. <br />In his life, he has touched <br />far too little. <br /> <br />When children ask him, <br />'What are nightmares made of? ', <br />his reply is inevitably the same. <br /> <br />'Real fear takes imagination.' <br /> <br />The sky becomes a field <br />of burning stones.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getting-drunk-with-the-moon/
